Monday, June 27, 2011
I want an extra day in the week. But not one for everybody, just for me, something like a 30 something version of Ferris Bueller's Day Off. I want a secret day off which only exists for me, a super secret hidden day in which I can get some work done without being interrupted or having to deal with anything. Or a day which I could sleep in and laze about without suddenly finding myself back at my office, yet barely caught up in my sleep.
And while I'm talking about impossible dreams, I want to be able to go to that elusive gym and work out to the point where it really feels like work without having something ache for 36 hours afterward. Of course, getting off my derriere a little more frequently might be a pretty good cure for that.
Ugh... I have to get back to work. Someday, maybe I'll be able to finish all of this and keep my blogs a little more frequent.
Anybody reading this want to pay me truck loads of money to just be so wittingly smart, sexy and clever? 'Cause this capitalist 'make more money' mantra sucks.